Accepted. [discontinued]

Chapter Ten.

I am truly very sorry for not sticking to my posting agenda! I did not have internet the past two days but otherwise I would have provided you lovely people with this chapter sooner! I am very very sorry!

I hope with all my heart that you all would enjoy this one! : )

~A

Sleep does not evade me as I had expected. In fact, it swallows me in a soundless sleep as soon as I let my eyes close. I had never known that accusing, yelling and pointing fingers took so much energy. I do not get a chance to contemplate much as before mentioned, I fall asleep as soon as I allow the muscles of my eyelids to relax.

But all the thoughts that had escaped me for the length of my unconsciousness rushes to my mind as soon as I wake up the next morning. The buzz of thoughts almost gives me a headache. I sit up on the comfortable yet alien bed with anxiety stirring up my chest for a reason I am not able to fathom. I scan the room for a clock but as there's no such source to tell me the time I make do by observing the sky outside the window.

To my surprise, the sun soars up higher than it should in an early morning and I fear that I might have overslept. But with some relief I realize that the sky is clearer of clouds than usual; the emptiness must be contributing to the brightness of the day.

I sigh and embrace my knees close to my chest and let my buzzing head lay on top.

Despite the enchanted state Niall had left me with his friendliness, my thoughts had eventually come around to Harry. The sparks of anger inside me dim now, I more than ever worry about what Harry must be feeling towards me. I fear that he might hate me. And the worst thought that keeps nagging me is: does he loathe me so much that my death would make no difference to him? The knowledgable part of me tells me that Harry had been trying to find ways to scare me and that was just it. But the other part of me, the worry wart part seems to be more dominant.

I lift my head up and surprisingly a sob escapes my lips though no tears surface my eyes. With a pang I realize that I miss my family. I miss being cradled in my mother's arms and falling asleep while she strokes my hair in that special soothing pattern. I miss my father's pride in me which he only displays in his eyes; a sensitive side of him he only let's me know of when I truly achieve all that he has ever dreamed for me. I miss the adoring look in my baby sister's eyes when she observes me thoughtfully. I know that I am insignificant to even myself but to Zeke I am her role model. It is a fact that has always elated me secretly. And I miss her not giving me that sense of importance. Another choked sob escapes my lips.

I begin to wonder if Niall would let me call home as I wipe away the few tears that I hadn't been able to hold back. My feet finds the floor and I stretch my arms above me to crack some joints. Then I hug myself as the lonesome feeling creeps back. Careful of each foot fall, I step out of the room and easily locate the bathroom at the end of the hall. My body is quite stiff and I decide against a shower  as I do not even have fresh clothes to change into. Thus I wash my mouth thoroughly to rid it of morning breath and splash my face with water.

I make my way down the flight of stairs feeling anxious as I do not hear a single noise. I wonder if Niall is home or not but my anxiety evoporates as I enter the lounge. I don't spot Niall but Louis sits on one of the two couches (I honestly cannot fathom why there are two of them!) with his arms enclosed around a female. Without any intention my eyes scan over the girl Louis embraces and I instantly feel insecure of her beauty. What is more intimidating is that I can't even be counted as hygenic at the moment!

"Hello," the girl speaks with evident confidence.

"Goodmorning, Norah," Louis says and foolishly my breath catches in my throat. I can never get used to my name being pronounced in British accents.